It was Marcus. Julian looked at the screen and answered immediately, his other arm still around Amara.
He listened.
He listened for eleven seconds, and in those eleven seconds his expression moved through something that Amara, watching his face from inside the circle of his arm, could not fully read it moved too fast, cycling through recognition and calculation and something that landed, finally, in the territory of a man who has just been handed the thing he needed at the exact moment he needed it.
"Say that again," Julian said.
Marcus said it again.
Julian looked at Amara.
He put the phone on speakerphone.
"Yvette came out of the front entrance," Marcus said, his voice arriving in the sea air between them. "She's carrying a baby. She's heading toward the car. I have visual right now."
Julian's jaw tightened.
His eyes were on Amara's face.
